~ Sunday, April 22, 2001 ~

 

12:07 a.m. And now my personality has come circling back again, quietly. I checked for ticks and nits and welcomed it back with a warm saucer of milk and a nice scratch behind the ears.

For the last couple of days, things have been sludgy around here and I don't know where it had gone hiding, but now I can report that it's come home again. That's a relief.

Because of my advanced age, I'm on constant watch for any signs of that totally misnamed state of personhood called menopause. There are no men involved. There most certainly will never be a pause, not in this hectic life. Who knows what will happen? It seems to vary from individual to individual.

So, I monitor my moods and wonder which one will be upon me if, and when menopause finally does come. I'm hoping it's the ebullient one. Igor probably shares my hope.

But it could be the anxious one, the harassed one, the irritated one, or the hungry one. Without the monthly ebb and flow, where will all these moods go? I wonder. I really really wonder.

Meanwhile, we finally made a much-needed run to the market(s) and it was good, I tell you, good. Good to be out; good to see real people. Good to have some sun and some fruit. I really should get out more often. There's a whole world out there, isn't there?